Vivienne’s POV
Alexander’s expression changed the moment Julian’s name came up. His jaw tightened and his lips pressed into a thin line, and even though he tried to suppress it, the anger was obvious.
He always reacted like this whenever Julian was mentioned, as if the mere idea of a connection between us was unacceptable.
It felt almost absurd.
I looked at him steadily and asked if there was anything else, because my patience was already running thin.
He did not answer immediately. After a few seconds, he spoke again, his tone serious, asking what had happened the night before. There was something sharp beneath his calm voice, something close to restrained anger.
“I don’t owe you an explanation,” I replied coldly.
Those were his words from before. I was simply returning them exactl
